Need It

You know how im comin nigga

I aint talkin taco i got shells

And my bro throw the weight ona scale

Gotta watch all my surroundins they tryin put skoobiii to jail

Where im from i just tell they ass hell

Hop out the coupe high as shit like the baby send packs through the mail

Fuck it i take the charge and go to jail

Fifty round drum in my shit thats about fifty shots at yo eye

For them days that a nigga was hungry

I take all yo shit for my piece of the pie

Ona block ima menace the ops couldnt catch me i been ina cut like a spy

Doin the dash ona highway its my way he run up on me he gon die